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“Worries for Mom” by Ki Hyeong-Do
Gone to marketcarrying thirty bunches of young radishes on her head,mom still hasn’t returned and the light’s long faded.I’m forgotten, like cold rice in this room.No matter how slowly I do my homework,mom still doesn’t return. I don’t hear her trudging footsteps likethe crunch of cabbage. It’s dark and I’m scared.Alone in my empty room,…